Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1603



Freddy felt as though someone had rammed a knife into his heart, twisting it.

He was the one who had hurt Mashauva, yet she comforted him with a smile in return and even told him not to blame himself before ending with a self-mockery.

Oh, how wished he could hit his head with a brick that instant.

"Freddy, why don't you give me the bracelet."

Mashauva stretched out her palm to him. The lines on her fair palm were extremely light, fair and clean, as pristine as snow.

"I really love your New Year's present.'

Only after some time, Freddy handed the bracelet to her.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Holding the bracelet in her hand, she put on a smile and said, "Thank you for the present, Freddy."

When Freddy saw her beatific smile, he could only force his. "Don't mention it. Glad you like it."

He slipped his hand behind his back and clenched it into a fist.

"I'll leave you be then, Freddy. Don't beat yourself up anymore, all right? I'll definitely be able to put this on one day."

"I hear you."

Freddy took pains to issue his voice from his throat.

After Mashauva left, Freddy clenched his fist and punched the wall, unforgiving. His fist formed a few wounds on it, but the pain did not register with him at all.

After all, his actions had deeply hurt her, yet Mashauva chose to smile and cheer him up.

After Mashauva returned to her room, she took the bracelet to the windowsill and studied it. The more she looked at it, the more it became a sight to behold. Pity, it did not fit her.

Thinking of this, Mashauva became all the more determined.

She had to lose weight. There would come a day when she could wear this bracelet, and then Freddy would not blame himself like he had done earlier.

However, she thought he seemed to be particularly kind to her.

As the saying goes, time flies when one is having fun. Their trip to Winterland had come to an end. On their car ride home, Mashauva did not talk to Qiana, nor did Qiana provoke her again, which

Mashauva was pleased about.

They sent Freddy and Qiana home.

Only then Bruno sent Mashauva home.

Bruno's phone suddenly rang.

"It's probably my mom. Would you mind picking up the call?"

Bruno reached for his phone and handed it to her without thinking.

Mashauva took the phone and found that it was indeed a call from Madam Minerva.

"Madam Minerva!"

After Mashauva answered the phone, she greeted Minerva sweetly.

Upon hearing Mashauva's voice, Minerva's heart melted. "Are you two on the way back?"

She knew they were returning that day; she estimated the time and had a hunch they would be home soon, prompting her to make the call. "Uh-huh, we're almost home."

"Great. You must be tired from the trip. Why don't you come over? I haven't seen you for some time."

"Okay."

After they hung up, Mashauva said, "Bruno, let's go to your house."

She had originally wanted to go home, but since

Minerva had asked her to go over, she decided to make a trip there.

"All right."

When they arrived at Ocean Villa, Mashauva was about to get out of the car when Bruno's phone vibrated. She raked her eyes over it and found it to be a text message.

"Happy New Year. Although you're unwilling to see me, I'll keep waiting until the day you are willing to accept me."

With one glance, she read the entire message. However, realizing she had invaded his privacy unintentionally, she quickly locked the screen of the phone.

Bruno was opening the car door for her just as she looked up. "Come on out."

Mashauva pressed Bruno's phone into his hand after she got out of the car. "Bruno, you have a message. I didn't mean to peek at it, but the phone lit up, and I subconsciously glanced at it, so..."

Hearing that, Bruno glanced at his phone, and his face darkened when he saw the text. He then said to Mashauva, "Go inside first." "Oh, okay."

Mashauva walked into the mansion obediently. Halfway in, she could not help looking over her shoulder. Then she saw Bruno standing by the car, making a phone call with an indifferent face. She did not know what he was saying.

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He must have called the girl who had sent him the message earlier.

It was a no-brainer to deduce the girl had a thing for Bruno from her text, and there were more hints than one to be interpreted from the message. If anything, Mashauva thought Bruno did not reciprocate the sentiment.

All of a sudden, she felt overwhelming pressure. Countless obstacles were hindering her from Bruno, not just herself. After all, Bruno was outstanding, and his admirers were anything but few and far between.

If she did not hurry, Bruno would meet a girl who would claim his heart before she lost weight. At that time, she would not have the chance even if she had trimmed all the excess pounds.

After she returned home that day, Mashauva searched for information online and wrote down notes. It took her the whole night to finally come up with a weight-loss plan.

In the middle of her research, Cassie had asked her down for dinner several times, but it seemed to her that her daughter had turned a deaf ear. So, Cassie went to her, bearing food in her hands, curious.

"Mashauva, darling, what are you writing?"

As soon as Mashauva heard Cassie approaching, she immediately covered her notes with her hands.

"Mom, don't peek."

"What is it with you? Being so mysterious and all." Cassie stared at her helplessly. "Am I not allowed to see at all? It's not as if I would eat you up, would I?"

"Uh-uh, I won't show it to you no matter what."

Seeing that Mashauva was protecting her secret as if her life depended on it, Cassie set the food on the table, resigned. "Okay, I won't look at it, but remember to eat your meal."

"Okay. Mom, please go out first."

As a result, the food had long gone cold when Mashauva had finalized the plan. To her surprise, eating had actually slipped her mind.

It was the first time Mashauva did

not feel any hunger at all despite having skipped a meal. The dishes were cold, but she ate them

nevertheless. Just as she went f

some meat, Mashauva stifled the desire at the thought of the rolls of flesh clinging to her body, leaving the meat untouched. She only ate the gratin on the side.

After she ate, she looked at her plan, satisfaction washing over her. She would adhere to the plan strictly the next day onward, determined to lose

weight.

She was 162 centimeters tall, so her targeted weight was 95 pounds. "I'm able to do it, right?" she thought.

No, it was not a question of if. She had to shed the pounds!

The next day.

Cassie went to wake Mashauva up only to discover the bedroom empty after she pushed the door open.

"Mashauva?"

Somewhat flabbergasted, she went to lift the quilt to find it empty underneath, and when she touched the bed, there was no warmth on it.

"Where could she be so early in the morning?"

Cassie went downstairs to ask the servants and learned from them Mashauva had gone out bright and early.

"She went out? What for, so bright and early?"

"Madam, Miss Mashauva was out fora morning run." "A morning run?"